Semjaza verses Gorath, Eric K. Hasler [easy books to read in english TXT] 📗

Semjaza on the right cheek bone forcing a mouthful of blood to spray out to the left. The crowd cheered. With a quick return Gorath swung his left again with a perfect back hand which connected with Semjaza’s left cheek forcing another mouthful of blood to spray out to the right. Again Gorath swung his left which connected Semjaza’s right cheek with a loud crack spraying another but smaller mouthful of blood to the left. The crowd was ecstatic.

Punch his right cheek. Without even thinking Semjaza threw a left hook which connected with the off balanced one legged Gorath and he hit the dirt. Silence once again enveloped the ring. Semjaza’s head was pounding, but his senses were still very clear. He walked over to Gorath’s left side and stamped again and again on the forearm until the skin ripped and the muscle popped out and oozed light greenish yellowy goo into the dust, and then the clenched hand released the stick. Picking up the stick with his right hand Semjaza methodically sized up his broken opponent. Walking over to the left leg Semjaza took aim at his target. Lifting the stick above his head he brought it down fast and hard onto Gorath’s left knee. Gorath screamed, but Semjaza kept at the knee until he heard the knee cap shatter. He then took two steps to his right, lifted the stick above his head once again, and brought it down onto Gorath’s chest with a loud thud. The crowd started talking quietly amongst themselves as Semjaza continued to brutalize Gorath’s chest with the stick creating the continuous sickening sounding thud, thud, thud. Once he was satisfied with the amount of broken rib bones he walked to the head, bent forward and said, “You’re no champion. You’re a chump.” He raised his right hand high and started pounding the forehead fast and hard, creating a disturbing rhythm that can only be compared to a pair of clubs whacking a hollow log, until Gorath was finally knocked out. Semjaza stood up, looked at the crowd who were completely astounded by what they had just seen. He walked towards Armaros, threw the stick on the ground and shouted, “Have I proved myself?” The crowd was quite, and all eyes were on Armaros. A smile appeared on his lips, which eventually turned into a full blown laugh. “Semjaza,” he shouted, “Welcome to my army, my family; my friends.” Some of the crowd cheered and started to chant Semjaza’s name, while the others were still shouting insults.

Semjaza walked over to his naked victim, crouched down beside his head, and even though he knew Gorath couldn’t hear a word he was to say, he said, “You are a worthy adversary. It was an honour to fight you fairly.” He climbed to his feet and staggered over to the stick, picked it up and raised his hand towards the sky. “Well done my friend.” “I can’t do anything without you,” he replied.

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Publication Date: 08-02-2014

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